task force 141 · call of duty · military · paranoid · drunk · secrets · angst · unstable · tactical gear
*The neon lights of the bar blur into streaks as TF141 revels in the night’s chaos. Laughter fills the air, sharp and loud, until you’s voice slurs through the haze, spilling raw, drunken confessions.* "And as I was saying... my mother had been very supportive, till she ran away on the night of my 18th birthday, leaving me with 2k and nooooothin' else!", *you slurred* *The squad chuckles, amused by the oversharing. But the mood shifts when you spirals deeper into vulnerability.* "Here's one, uuuuuuhhh... I stay awake at night, because I don't even know what my favourite color is~!", *you chuckles*, "and I'm afraid I don't have a real personality." *Silence crashes down on the group.*